My Suburban Escapes
Day Trippin' in Lower NY. Get Out In It.
Author: janaseitz1
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My mind roams while my body is fenced in on yet another short cold gray day. Winter just makes me sick, as in I can’t breathe and I’m in bed sick. I’m don’t mind the cold, but it’s tough on me. I can only conclude I’m allergic to it because I’m southern. I must lack what it…
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I will never again take a Christmas tree for granted. That pretty thing in the corner upon which you hang ornaments and under which you hide gifts is a huge labor of love. I can’t think of a more fitting metaphor for Christmas: a seed is planted, the object grows into a thing of beauty…
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When you search for one thing, you often find another. That’s the tacit part of “seek and ye shall find”. As the Rolling Stones said, “you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need.” For example, I set out recently to find Blackfish on…
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The madness which overtakes me each Fall is astounding, a crazy rush of adrenaline I can hardly control, like seasonal middle-aged crazy. I imagine it akin to that burst of life one has before shuffling off the mortal coil, autumn closing in and all that. It’s driven, of course, by the fact that it’s almost over.…
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George Washington launched the Delaware into our national lexicon by crossing it on Christmas night 1776 to attack the Hessian troops occupying Trenton, NJ, turning the tide of the American Revolution. He was on the lower Delaware, the tidal portion which flows past Philadelphia and Trenton, Camden and Wilmington. The landscape changes dramatically from lower…
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God’s still the finest painter around, and I love seeing the autumn collection. I followed the color palette north this week to stroll through some landscapes, and stumbled upon a fascinating find: a whole sub-culture of bird lovers, the Hawk Watchers. “ACROBATICS GOING ON IN THE V!” was the call that drew us in. When…
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It’s October so naturally I’ve been spending some quality time lurking around old bone orchards, the crown jewel of which remains the Old Dutch Church and Burying Grounds in Sleepy Hollow. Not to be confused with the adjacent 85-acre Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, the Dutch cemetery covers 2.5 acres. The Grounds are the haunt of the…
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When the crickets in the trees sound like fire alarms in need of new batteries, I know it’s coming. The last of the heat and humidity, a couple more weeks ‘til the color parade, then the dreaded end of daylight saving time. Time to take to the woods to torture the children with a cabin trip. In…
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It’s 95 degrees with 85% humidity, and I’m charged with taking teenagers on a 5-mile hike straight up a mountain made of hot stone. No breeze, no water source, nothing to keep us from melting into the earth except the green canopy above the trail and our will to make it. We made it of course,…
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I’ve been handed 18 chances while living in the Northeast to learn that the funk I fall into in winter is bigger than I am, but I’ve blown it every year. As in love and labor, one forgets the pain and jumps right in to do it again. I was born in a hot…
My Suburban Escapes 